Category: Life

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

“HER”

I’ve been seeing stars
Every time I get up
It’s been getting hard
To keep on playing dress up
I’m body positive
Until it’s mine
Fighting for an hourglass
And running out time

Just an innocent compliment
I bet they didn’t mean it
Even if they did
I bet I still wouldn’t believe it
Thought when I got older
That this feeling would be gone
But I’m losing touch all at once
With everything I once was

If I could go back in time
I would tell her she looks divine
And I would guide her till she changed her mind
And never questioned who she was
And we’d go run outside
And play for hours in the sun
And I’d tell her all about the woman
That she will become
And I’d say you’re so much more than just a body
That needs measuring
So instead of counting calories
You can count on me

I think that I’m
Addicted to this sickness
And I’m slowly dying
But I’m the only witness
And I’m
Losing more than just a gap between my thighs
Fighting for an hourglass
And fighting for my life

Just an innocent compliment
I bet they didn’t mean it
Even if they did
I bet I still wouldn’t believe it
Thought when I got older
That this feeling would be gone
But I’m losing touch all at once
With everything I once was

If I could go back in time
I would tell her she looks divine
And I would guide her till she changed her mind
And never questioned who she was
And we’d go run outside
And play for hours in the sun
And I’d tell her all about the woman
That she will become
And I’d say you’re so much more than just a body
That needs measuring
So instead of counting calories
You can count on me

I’ve been
Unlearning
Un-hurting
Un-telling myself
I have to earn it
Is it worth it?
Is it worth it?
It’s not worth it

I’ve been
Unlearning
Un-hurting
Un-telling myself
I have to earn it
Is it worth it?
Is it worth it?
It’s not worth it

If I could go back in time
I would tell her she looks divine
And I would guide her till she changed her mind
And never questioned who she was

My 2 cents –

Self esteem is so hard. it’s multi faceted and can be destroyed by so much. it is possible to logically understand that you deserve to eat and still have issues…it is possible to see yourself as a person and still not be able to take compliments because the person in the mirror is distorted.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry




Creativity options

Book Discussion

So The next topic in the group is Useful Services and where to find them.

Most publishing projects need an Editor, A book cover Designer, a formatter, and A Marketer

Self publishing means you need to hire these or do it yourself. Most editors advertise their business on social media. Same with the formatter. You can find Cover designers with a quick google search. Marketers are a bit more difficult to find.

Here are a couple of editors I recommend:

I do all of Fae Corps Covers So I do not know who to recommend here. Nor do I know who to recommend on the Marketing. Our Gal is the best.

Next Week I hope to discuss the Topic of Basic Marketing.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

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Wednesday Whispers

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rabbit hole thoughts at three am

Meme - Overthinking

I am apparently more particular than I ever thought I was. I always thought I was low maintenance…and in some ways I guess I am. Being as creative as I am means I make most of my own accessories, I tend not to ask for a lot…I actually prefer the homemade gifts most of the time because I value the time so much more than the money.

However I broke one of my eyeglass chains, and that’s one of the few accessories I don’t make for myself. I know how but I just haven’t been truly interested in fighting with the reality of the quality of the things I want in such a thing. And they are really cheap on Amazon or at the dollar tree.

I thankfully was changing out my usual well worn bats for some beads as I love changing my accessories to match my mood and who doesn’t?

The problem is that when I was searching for some new ones I found myself refusing some of the really pretty ones because I don’t like the dangling stuff extra. I have 2 pairs and I don’t wear them because I move my head too much and the butterflies that each pair has end up smacking me or tangling up with the other chain and driving me nuts.

So I added a dozen different ones to my wishlist and that’s when it occurred to me. I found several that I really loved but I felt completely obsessed with what other options there were. I know that I will eventually get the ones that I was most excited about…but I was suddenly lost in a rabbit hole because the idea was so happy.

The truth hit me. I am not so much low maintenance as I am eccentric in my tastes. I am happier with someone spending time with me than I am money (though money doed unfortunately make the world go around) and I am so much more interested in the story of an object than the object itself. Which I think probably needs context…

I have things that I keep and will continue to repair until they are dust because I have a story to tell with them. They are a rich piece of life and every experience matters – even the traumatic ones. I may wonder if I would be missed if I left this world, but I could never do anything to make that happen because I honestly want to see what the story is.

what ever else you are going through..remember that you have a great story to tell…and I guarantee that there is always someone who is interested in listening.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say

All the arrows that you’ve stolen
Split in half, now bum and broken
Like your heart that was so eager to be hid
You can’t keep them all caged
They will fight and run away
Mother, tell me so I say (La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say

Forest walls and starry ceilings
Barren curtains that you’re weaving
Like the stories that you keep inside your head
She can’t keep them all safe
They will die and be afraid
Mother, tell me so I say (Mother, tell me so I say)

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say (Tell me so I say)

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
(Ha, ha, ha) She can’t keep them all caged
(Ha, ha, ha) They’ll be far and fly away
Mother, tell me you will stay
We’ll be far and fly away

My 2 cents –

I feel like I cannot keep up. My brain has so many ideas….So I end up feeling like I am burying the ones I cannot write.

Monday Poetry

Poetry




Sunday Reviews

Outlander  by Diana Gabaldon

Unrivaled storytelling. Unforgettable characters. Rich historical detail. These are the hallmarks of Diana Gabaldon’s work. Her New York Times bestselling Outlander novels have earned the praise of critics and captured the hearts of millions of fans. Here is the story that started it all, introducing two remarkable characters, Claire Beauchamp Randall and Jamie Fraser, in a spellbinding novel of passion and history that combines exhilarating adventure with a love story for the ages.

One of the top ten best-loved novels in America, as seen on PBS’s The Great American Read!

Scottish Highlands, 1945. Claire Randall, a former British combat nurse, is just back from the war and reunited with her husband on a second honeymoon when she walks through a standing stone in one of the ancient circles that dot the British Isles. Suddenly she is a Sassenach—an “outlander”—in a Scotland torn by war and raiding clans in the year of Our Lord . . . 1743.

Claire is catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens her life, and may shatter her heart. Marooned amid danger, passion, and violence, Claire learns her only chance of safety lies in Jamie Fraser, a gallant young Scots warrior. What begins in compulsion becomes urgent need, and Claire finds herself torn between two very different men, in two irreconcilable lives.

My thoughts:

I love this series but I don’t like the MFC. I feel like she is too easily taken to bedroom swapping. She has appeal in her personality but she is a bit annoying as well. I adore Jamie. I am quite fond of Lord John Grey. overall it is a great read.

Saturday thoughts

Meme - Feeling Invisible

I will be going back to the other sort of Saturday post hopefully next week. I am feeling rotten, and the world just seems awful lately. So I thought I would again share my thoughts. (I did not get Saturday Scheduled ahead so this is a last minute scramble for a post as well)

This has been a rough week. Lots of Doctor visits and medical tests. I fell twice. And I feel like I got nothing done. Perhaps that is why I am doing the switch on the post. I need to feel like there is more to me than just what I get done.

I know how to do so many things. I can do resin crafts, sewing, Plastic Canvas, Needlepoint, Digital art, Coding in C++, Calligraphy, Acrylic and Watercolor Painting, Candlemaking, Soapmaking, Play Piano, Book binding, Offset Printing, First Aid, Graphic/Cover Design, basic jewelry design, metal working, wood working, Bread baking, Basic cooking, writing stories & poetry, Editing, and so much more. Still there are days when I feel like I am useless.

Why? because I couldn’t do the mamogram on the right side because of pain. Because my hands curl due to arthritis. Because I get so dizzy I randomly lose my balance. Because I legitimately forget to eat. I struggle to remember to take the pharmacy I am supposed to take twice a day. (20 pills in the morning, 18 pills at night, and a shot once a week) I either stay awake 3-4 days at a time or I sleep 24 hours straight. and I never feel rested. So I feel useless a lot. Am I? nah, but that doesn’t mean that feeling is any less. I didn’t even mention that I taught myself how to publish. I have taught myself most of the skills I have. The only “Talent” I have (An ability that I did not need to practice or study) is writing poetry…and even that I have improved by simply practicing. So if, like me, you are feeling useless….stop and list all that you know how to do. I believe it will help you feel better about you.